#Idv ganji

[jaxsterrapp]

game 3 be like /hj

[camiesoup]

hi everyone again >_< finally remembering to post here !!

first one is a redraw feom last year.. my cuties.. and then i drew my oc maya and sunday :3

[fishermanshook]

F!CK BOYS GONE SOFT

( mercenary , batter & prospector ) + gn!reader

# MINOR WRITING SMUT , #ihatewritingdialouge , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

It was a mutual agreement between the both of you that you were fucking for the pure reason of letting off steam after being stuck in this hell hole. 

No feelings were supposed to be caught. No hearts were meant to be thawed. And yet, they find themselves yearning for your touch long after your last session.

꒰wc꒱ 1.7k ( longest fic so far !! )

✦— THE MERCENARY

If being between your legs was where he wished to be, then who were you to deny him access to the most private part of your body? Where Naib works his magic and milks you of your essence while paying you back in waves of pleasure.

The Mercenary looks so lost in his work that you think he doesn’t notice the change in pitch. That you’ve adjusted your grip on his hair to a softer, gentler hold. Your moans are light, airy, and not at all the ones that left your throat hoarse and raspy the night before. No, that can’t be right. And it doesn’t take him long before he finds the spot that pushes you over. The spot that has your back arching off the mattress. The spot that has you screaming his name like it’s going out of style.

And god does pleasure look good on you, as Naib refuses to remove his eyes from you as he watches the aftermath of you coming undone in front of him. Such a passionate and intimate thing for his eyes and his eyes only as your essence coats his hands and tongue. To think he’d pull his head away after you came is just stupid. Have you not learned from previous sessions? You coming only gives him more reason to drop down there and give you more, but Naib holds himself back.

The next few moments are a blur as you try to calm down after your orgasm, but it seems Naib won’t let you. The sound of something being unzipped and his pants hitting the floor pulls you from your recovery. He’s prepped you enough, hasn’t he?

“It’ll hurt a little, but only for a second.” The Mercenary whispers in your ear as a warning to brace for what’s about to come. It makes him wonder, and only for a split second, if you ever realized how much he loves you. The amount of thought and care that goes into every move he makes towards you. Maybe you’re just dense, or maybe it’s not like that. He won’t know until he tells you. Or, until you tell him.

Your hands rush to clamp themselves over your mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans flooding from it. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this (and certainly not the last…), but it’s always a tight fit. A tight fit that neither of you can get enough of. Your hands don’t last though, as the Mercenary is quick to rip your hands away from your mouth. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. You don’t need him to say anything else.

It’s not long before you feel the familiar warmth strengthen between your legs. By now, Naib’s memorized your every tell that you’re going to come. By the way your legs tighten around his waist and the way your hands reach to clasp his biceps to try and hold on. It’s the way you attempt to not pass out when you feel everything just snap.

“God, I love you so much,” Naib admits before even realizing what he just said. You’ve never seen the man freeze so fast, or go so red. Before his hands cover his mouth you pin his wrists down to the bed.

“Wait—! H-hold on,” you say, still recovering from your orgasm that happened just seconds ago. “What did you say?”

The Mercenary stares at you before opening his mouth to say: “I didn’t say anything.” He’s trying to play it with a convincing tone in his voice, but it’s hard to believe when he practically shouts it.

“No, Naib,” you huff out “Are you playing me?” You question. Your face molds into worry and concern. Instead, he avoids your gaze. There’s nothing else for him to do in this situation is there.

“Fine. If you won’t say it, then I will.” You state before grabbing Naibs face and pressing it into yours. The Mercenary tries (and he really does) to do anything but melt into your touch. In the end, it proves to be no use. Pulling away, you say: “Naib, there is no one else I love more than you.”

“Thanks for confirming what I already know, babe.”

✦— THE BATTER

Not every affair starts with a heated make-out session, but every heated make-out session ends with the two of you having sex. With your lips entwined as your fingers roam through his hair, the two of you make a mad dash to whoever’s room is closer as playful giggles slip out along the way.

It started as just another way to let yourself go and cut loose a little after another night of terror from Ganji. How could you not tell that the Batter saw you as more than just some fuck buddy? That his eyes weren’t only filled with lust, but love for you and you entirely?

Maybe this can be his way of showing you, whether you get it or not. Whether you understand the soft kisses he lays on your chest. Whether you understand the praises that fall from his lips. Whether you understand it's taken him too long to finally muster up the courage to confess to you.

You’ve stripped each other of your clothes leaving both of you bare naked. The only thing covering you are the multiple hickeys decorating your chest as well as between your legs. The pleasure overrides any pain felt from when he initially pushed his way inside of you. Before you know it, you're babbling all over his cock while he presses gentle kisses all over your face. You look so cute like this—all flushed out and pink.

Ganji's smart, but overlooks your cock drunkenness and traces his finger along your jaw and other places. Eventually, his finger meets your back and traces along your spine. His finger does weird swoops along your backside. It's all just a simple way of telling you 'I love you.' without having to utter a word.

Maybe it's the way you moan out his name as your hips move up and down on his cock. Or maybe it's the look in your eyes when he meets them. The Batter's not sure where the courage comes from, but all he knows is that he can't stand another moment of you not being his.

"[name] I- fuck, I love you." He barely manages to grunt out, snapping you from your thoughts to look at him with wide eyes.

"What-?"

It's then he thinks he fucked up. That he has demolished all of the hard work he put into this relationship. This is it. This is the end of your bond.

"No, shit I'm sorry just forget what I said," Ganji mutters out, immediately flipping you over so that your lying down on your back. "I'll make you come real hard if you just forget everything I just said, 'k?" Ganji says with caution in his voice. Maybe you're not the only one oblivious in this relationship of yours.

"Really? You love me?"

Ganji tears his eyes away from wherever he is looking at looks right at you. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. If not for you I don't think I'd ever get the chance to say this," you chimed, pulling him in for a long and passionate kiss first. "Ganji, I love you more than the stars themselves."

✦— THE PROSPECTOR 

The bed will break long after the Prospector, Norton Campbell, has had his way with you. He won’t stop until his sheets are soaked in your combined essences until your scent has been embedded into his mattress, and until he can get the words out to tell you how he feels.

For too long has Norton been labeled as your “fuck buddy” and he wants out of it. Every round feels like another chance to prove he’s perfect for you. How many people know your favorite book? Your favorite place to relax? Your favorite position? The sensitive spots on your body? Who else knows exactly where to touch and what to say? All he needs you to answer is if you like him or not.

“Shit—always feel so good,” Norton manages to grunt out after thrusting into you. He knows he’s found your sweet spot (again…) when he pulls a loud moan from your sweet lips. So attentive to your wants and needs that he can’t help but hit the spot again and again, listening as your moans grow louder with each thrust.

The Prospector mutters something under your breath he thinks went by unnoticed. Pulling you from your aroused state to ask him what’s wrong. All he can do is sigh and shake his head as his arms wrap around you. A bit tighter than usual, but not uncomfortable.

“Norton—! What’s the matter?” You manage to huff out. It’s obvious something is plaguing his mind, but the Prospector is as stubborn as ever and refuses to tell you. “Fine then,” you tell him “I guess I just won’t let you come.”

Now that gets his attention, and he instantly slows his pace. You allow him to keep going, but only if he starts talking.

“I’m too scared to say it,” Norton states.

“Why?” You ask.

Norton looks down at where you're still connected. It’s only then you notice he’s stopped. “Because I don’t want it to ruin whatever we’ve got going on. I don’t want to lose everything.” He admits through gritted teeth.

“Do you think it’s that bad that you’d lose everything?” You ask, concern now seeping into your voice.

All he does is sigh before bringing his face closer to yours. “God, is it seriously not obvious enough? Shit, [name] I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time and I didn’t want to say anything in fear of ruining—“ he gestures using his hands to the both of you. “this. A-and I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me after this but you asked so—“

He doesn’t get to finish as you cover his lips with yours. “Silly prospector, I love you more than you could imagine.” You confess before feeling Norton melt into your kiss once more.

note: hiii fish nation…sorry about the random hiatus, it will probably happen again 😆😆😆. thank you all so much for 100+ followers! it means the absolute most to me knowing there are actually people who enjoy reading what I have to write. I wouldn’t be here without you, thank you for everything so far. 🩷🩷🩷. this is so ass oh my gosh

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[nullusreimorio]

Today's doodles! I asked on twitter to give me some rarepairs and here we have them! Plus a fanart for Zeez vov Geez's thumbnail because it was GLORIOUS

[metropolics]

redoing my idv charms 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[eliasmelody]

A Little Mix-Up

Tag: Ganji x f!reader, Antonio x f!reader, Margaretha x f!reader (Natalie x f!reader)

WARNING: mistaken gender identity; lesbianism, maid reader (Margaretha); code-switching (Antonio); flashing (Ganji); grammar & spelling.

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Batter - Ganji Gupta

The pressure’s mounting, and the tension is unbearable. Ganji’s trying to cover for you, but it’s clear he’s feeling the weight of it all, just like you. With only one and a half cipher left and one survivor down, every move counts.

A cipher pop and the hunter switches focus, rushing to guard the last one. Ganji dashes toward you, intent on healing, but you flinch, pulling away.

"Don’t." You grit through clenched teeth.

Ganji halts, his eyes widening as he watches you recoil. The tension thickens in the air. He frowns. "What do you mean, don't?"

Every strike you’ve taken has left you drained, and speaking now feels like an impossible task. Instead, you muster enough strength to point in the opposite direction, gesturing with urgency for him to leave you.

Ping: "Focus on decoding!"

"No, we need to get you up first" Ganji ignores your gestures, his focus fixed on you as he carefully pulls away the soaked outer shirt. He was about to start first aid, but then his eyes caught something.

"Why are you wrapping a bandage around your chest?" His frown deepens. "Were you hurt before?"

You sigh and shake your head, a tired expression crossing your face.

Anger flickers in Ganji’s eyes, his expression hardening as he leans closer. "Why didn’t you say anything?" He snaps.

Being hurt during a match is one thing, but being hurt outside of it, and behind his back, with someone he considers a close friend? That’s a betrayal of an entirely different magnitude. Ganji’s anger is palpable, his eyes narrowing.

You shake your head slowly, a subtle motion that conveys you're alright.

Ganji doesn’t buy it. His eyes burn with a mix of frustration and concern as he steps even closer. "Don’t lie to me." His tone is sharper now. "I’ve been with you long enough to know when something’s wrong."

You stay silent, unwilling to give him any more answers. The silence between you both feels heavier than ever.

"... not... bandage." You mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. You look away, refusing to meet his eyes as the weight of the moment presses down on you.

Ganji’s expression softens for just a second, confusion creeping in. "What is it?" He asks, his anger momentarily replaced with concern.

A flush rises to your cheek, but you don’t say anything. Ganji shakes his head in frustration, his gaze hardening once more.

"We’ll talk about this later." He says, his voice firm. He moves to gently unwrap whatever you've used around your chest, intending to properly dress the wound.

As his hand moves to unwrap the cloth, he suddenly freezes, his eyes widening as he notices something.

People say that when the brain can't process something, it shuts down for a moment, like a defense mechanism. The shock is evident in his face as his brain works overtime to catch up.

? … ? … ? … !

He blushes, his eyes quickly darting up to meet yours, a mix of embarrassment and confusion flickering across his face.

You smile nervously.

"Um... Yeah..."

Ganji says nothing, his hands working swiftly as he wraps the bandage around your torso, covering every inch of the wound with care. Once done, he stands up, still avoiding your gaze, and dashes toward the last cipher. 

Ping: "Open the gate. I’ll save the others!"

You frown, a knot of worry tightening in your chest, scared that they can't pop the last cipher, but eventually, they win 3, with Ganji kiting the hunter all the way to the dungeon. Damn.

But you think he's gonna avoid you for a while.

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Violinist - Antonio Paganini

The violin is a voice of pure emotion, bridging the soul and the world. Its strings resonate with compassion, and in its harmonious melodies.  And Antonio cherishes every sound that can harmonize with the violin.

Antonio stood at the edge of the garden, his violin resting gently in his hands as the soft evening light bathed the space in a golden glow. His eyes, usually so focused on the strings, drifted momentarily. There, in the distance, your presence effortlessly drawing his attention.

Antonio tilted his head, still smiling as he watched you from across the field. When you noticed and gave a small bow, he returned it with an elegant nod, his eyes sparkling with silent understanding.

You quietly moved through the garden, gently inspecting each flower and jotting down notes, trying not to disturb him. The soft, melodic strains of Antonio’s violin filled the air, his music flowing like a breeze, complementing the peaceful scene around you.

As the melody continued, you found yourself humming along unconsciously, the tune slipping from your lips almost unnoticed, drowning under the sound of violin.. 

Finally, you nodded in satisfaction, closing your journal with a quiet smile. Turning towards, your ankle suddenly caught on something. You froze mid-step, glancing down to see a small black strand of … hair?... wrapped around your foot. 

The air grew still, and before you could react, a presence loomed behind you. A shadow stretched over the ground, its form growing larger as it approached, the weight of it sending a shiver down your spine.

"Done already?" His figure loomed just behind you, the soft melody of his violin now replaced with a silence that felt heavy, tone laced with something darker. 

You wondered what he wanted, your mind racing with unease. The last thing you wanted was to provoke any of the hunters, least of all Antonio.

He grinned, his smile darkening as he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming. The air grew colder around you, and the rhythm of the song he had been playing began to repeat, lingering in the silence between you.

You stood frozen, unsure of what to do, caught in the tension of the moment. His gaze never wavered, still fixed on you, as though he was waiting for something, something that you couldn’t quite understand.

"… Can I… help you?" Your voice barely above a whisper, the uncertainty betraying the tension in the air.

The song stopped, the silence settling heavier this time. Antonio’s gaze lingered, unreadable, his lips curling into a slow, more deliberate smile. For a moment, he didn’t answer, only watching you as if weighing your very words. The garden felt too quiet now, the weight of his presence filling the space.

"Una signora~?" The voice laced with a hint of amusement as the words flowed smoothly in his native tongue. The melody of his violin returned, lingered in the air, soft and tantalizing.

You tilted your head in confusion, a frown forming. "Pardon?" You asked, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

"Oh, che dolce voce che hai." He said, his voice low and smooth, his words carrying an undeniable charm. "Why don’t you stay for a while?" Antonio said, his voice soft yet persistent, the smile on his lips never faltering.

"Is there a reason?" You ask cautiously, your voice filled with uncertainty as you search his expression but the hair covers half his face.

"S��. I find myself in need of some... feedback on my composition" His eyes glinted with mischief, a playful smile curling at the corners of his lips. "Perhaps you could indulge me?"

The way he said it left no question that his invitation wasn’t just about the music.

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Female dancer - Margaretha Zelle (Natasha Zelle)

The spotlight once shone brightly on her, a dazzling light that captured the grace of every pirouette, the elegance of each movement. But now, in the eerie, twisted world she’s been cast into, the music is nothing but a haunting echo.

She wakes up abruptly on the bed, a cold sweat running down her back. Her heart pounds in her chest, still racing from the remnants of a nightmare she can barely remember. The dim light of the room flickers as her eyes scan the familiar surroundings. She doesn’t remember getting back to her room.

She finds a piece of paper on the table next to her music box, its corners slightly curled, as if it had been hastily placed there. 

[Miss Zelle, I brought you back to your room last night. You were… out of it. Hope you’re feeling better now.  Water’s on the side. I think you’ll need it. Sincerely, (y/n) ]

The memory rushes back, faint but clear, the one who served her the drink, the bartender she thinks. His smile, his eyes lingering just a bit too long. 

Margaretha blushes, embarrassed by the memory. She can’t believe she’d flirted like that, so freely. And then, he’d carried her back here. But there’s no sign of harm, no marks on her body. She lets out a quiet sigh of relief. Thank God.

The next morning, she asks everyone about him, but no one knows who she means. It’s strange. She’s sure he was real. Frustrated, she tries to let it go. 

She feels uneasy talking to men anyway, the memories of past abuse making her guard go up. She’s just fortunate this time that he wants nothing to do with her.

That is, until one day, she sees him again... but in a maid outfit?

"Oh, good morning, Ms. Zelle."

She smiles at her, exactly as she remembers, captivating, disarming. That same smile that made her draw closer in a drunken haze, blurring the lines between caution and curiosity.

Then it hits her. The person isn’t a man at all, it’s a woman. No wonder no one understood who she was talking about. She had been searching for a man, but the person in front of her was clearly a woman.

"Hello...?" Margaretha said, still trying to process the sudden realization.

The maid chuckled warmly, her smile never faltering. "Hello to you too" Her voice is soft and welcoming.

Margaretha blinked, then, with a slight blush, she cleared her throat. "I just wanted to... thank you." She said, her voice quieter now. "That night. For carrying me back." Her gaze dropped for a moment, a little embarrassed.

The maid’s smile softened, her eyes kind and understanding. "You're welcome." She replied with a gentle nod. "I’m glad I could help."

Margaretha swore to herself she was straight. Yet, standing there, facing this woman with that warm, disarming smile, she couldn't help but feel an unfamiliar flutter in her chest.

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Translation (Italian) Una signora = A lady che voce dolce hai = what a sweet voice you have ✦.────────── ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ────────── .✦

To the one who asks for this. Thank you for the idea❤️ I know you ask for male but I just feel like writing for Natalie though TvT. Forgive me…

P/s: I still have 3 more tests at school. Help! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

[pinawashere]

Hi Ganji from the hit game identity v also imma post my magma sketches from tonight teehee

[tinchang]

its my birthday !!! very normal drawing

[fejgolover]

🏏

[sleepy-fiction]

Batter Up!

ganji gupta x gn!reader 4.5K WORDS

syn: ganji gupta moved in next door to you, and after a curious while of pining, you finally have him. Now that he's your boyfriend, you might as well edge him for taking too long to love you back; just hope he doesn't punish you for it.

tags: NSFW, gn sex terms for reader, bottom reader, ganji calls read "priya" (the nickname), a lot of plot to this porn, edging ganji, raw sex (don't do this), fluff and smut

snpt: He's hot, scorchingly so. His bronze skin radiates in the sunlight, pouring in from his sheltered blinds. His chest is heaving, chiseled and structured, and broad shoulders drooping longingly. The sound of his panting breath, how he reacts to every little movement, it was driving you mad.

You couldn't pinpoint what caught your eye about your new neighbor. Ganji Gupta moved into your city in the summer. He was the sort of brooding guy you'd normally stay away from. He walked around with a heavy-set brow, badgered and heated. He was always by himself, and it was rare that anyone would ever see him around. Despite that, the sounds of him you'd hear radiating from his apartment were so estranged from his persona. The whooping joyful cheers, the bitter tears, the scorching screams, you've heard it all.

You remember the nights unable to sleep, you'd find yourself in the bathroom to smoke, and in the ear-ringingly quiet early mornings, you'd hear the softest of whimpering cries pouring out from your fan. How he'd hiccup and pitifully suck up his snot until he couldn't take it, and blew it all away. As sad as it was for you, you couldn't help but laugh, just the tiniest.

Or the nights you'd come home from a tough shift to your quiet world to lay on your couch, only to hear the yells of a loyal fanatic, shouting sports buzzwords through the wall behind you. His voice spiked like a prepubescent child, filled with voice cracks mixed with both terror and delight. And how he'd scream, "Give it some aaair!" Ever so childishly. And the victory, "Woohoo"s he would launch out, or the losing "Maaderchod" that would gouge his system. Whenever his team lost or won, he still laughed a booming one, it was too addictive to your ears. You often found him more entertaining than the book you just so happened to want to read in the living room, for no particular reason…

Rare and few, on those particularly bad days, you'd find yourself awake, unable to sleep, something that came close to your normal nights. You'd hear silence as you read your book. Only for it to be interrupted by a horrid call. A sound rivaling the most widowed banshees, a yell deep from his belly. You recall the first time you heard it, the way your heart spiked, and how you heard him pant and weave. The heavy thumps as you could only assume were him rolling out of bed. As the months went on, you came to learn whenever his nightmares got bad, he'd go squat in his bathroom and cry in the little space. And for some reason, you'd be in there too, playing your most comforting songs, for no reason at all…

All of these things intrigued you the most about Ganji Gupta.

But Ganji Gupta knew just as much about you as you knew about him.

He liked you because you were so quiet. When he first came here, he was so annoyed at the idea of having neighbors, let alone a studio apartment with thin walls? He could imagine the sounds he'd hear, the noises that would keep him up at night, it irritated him so deeply. But, he was met with silence, all the time. Well, all except in the bathroom. You always had the fan on in there, and through the spinning, he could hear you so clearly. As if you were talking to him on a windy day.

You always talked to yourself in there, it was ridiculously funny. Always trashing some coworker as if you're on a phone call, yet he never hears another person's voice. Or yelling at your boss in the mirror, only to go dead silent when you've worn yourself out. How you took long showers blasting your music, music he never knew he could learn to love. How you'd sing, swearing you could be a singer if you tried hard enough. Or how… whenever those bad days happened, he'd always find himself in the bathroom, and he'd always hear you playing a little song. So he started going there, subconsciously, and no matter the hour, he'd always find you would always be playing a song in there.

Let's not forget the more explicit days in the shower for you, but always-- always-- he left to go shopping during that time, even if he had just come back.

He's seen you around town a lot. You're popular with everyone, working down at a restaurant with good favor. Apparently, the old folks love you cause you're polite, and the younger folks love you cause you're understanding. He hoped you'd never notice him, just like the rest of everyone else. He was content with just prying into little glimpses into your world every now and again. He was okay with being a shut-in.

He thought so, at least.

He didn't know how impossible doing that could be, he suddenly had a hit out on his back.

Whenever you went out, you played Where's Waldo for him, and the more you started looking for him, the more you swore he started to appear. The more you started asking around about him, the more you started to see him. The aunties and the old folk loved to gossip, they knew the most horrid things about everyone here. How the infamous Ganji Gupta used to be a Royal Cricket player on the British team until that team went up in smokes. How he and one other are the only survivors, and humors say he started it. How he's vicious and nasty, wintery and bitter, brooding and angry; but the grannies always called him polite…

So much heresy on Ganji Gupta, just who is he?

Ganji, on the other hand, started noticing how the grannies would suddenly flock to him more. He's always been kinder to them, but they started doing a 360° on him randomly. Always asking of him or about you… He didn't understand it at all. He wasn't a gossiper. He wasn't friendly, yet they always had a story about you they wanted to share. How you wouldn't hurt a fly, how you're as prissy as an angel, yet Ganji Gupta's heard all the vicious things you say about your coworkers whenever you're angry… It was comical.

Just who were you, really?

Besides, he wanted to improve his health (for no reason at all) so he started to go on walks. That was another mistake he made.

You definitely should not have asked the grannies about Ganji Gupta. You remember the day they flocked over to you, telling you all the responses Ganji made whenever they told stories about you. It was so embarrassing! You ask them for help one time, and suddenly they've made it their mission to pit you together. But they also told you about them seeing him more around sunset for a couple weeks. So… For no reason at all, you decided to go on walks for your health… That just so happened to be at the coolest time of the day… which just so happened to be sunset… For no reason.

A new world was opened up for you.

It was just like the grannies told you. Every day at sunset, Ganji Gupta took a sweaty jog in the hot summer heat, drenched from head to toe, shirt clinging onto his tall and broad frame. His bandana was drenched in his sweat- he was handsome. You'd never seen him so close (despite you being on the opposite side of the street), you'd never seen him so consistently either. He had dark eyes, bronze skin that rivaled gold, fluffy dark curls, and was littered with scars here and there. You decided, (for no reason at all!@) to really take your workouts seriously, just like him!

But unfortunately, when you tried. Ganji Gupta would look right at you. His face pinched, brows deep set. A judging look that would scream, "What the fuck are you doing?" You never knew greater embarrassment. So… You just… Started jogging early mornings instead.

For Ganji, it only made sense that he started seeing you more often when he started going out more. Sunset was perfect for jogging, all the old people were put away for bed, and it was just early enough for the wild nightlife to be asleep, and plus the summer heat wasn't so vicious. But, after a while of his workouts, he started seeing you not once in a while but, everyday. Not just you but other younger people his age. Everyone suddenly, and he means everyone, wanted to start working out at sunset and you were no different.

It was pissing him off. Was he a trendsetter or something? Why did everyone start copping him? Even that guy William started walking, no, not just walking, running up to him to chat, it was missing him off. Plus seeing you so much while he was sweaty, uncomfortable, and unprepared wasn't ideal. Why were you here, what the fuck were you doing? He looked at you, he was seeing you so much-- Too much it was too much for him. So you can imagine the day he finally looked over, just as you two were crossing paths, the day your eyes both met, the day he reeled back in frantic aggressive embarrassment, begging for the moment not to happen. Accidentally throwing on a face too mean, and seeing your face quirk in disappointed disbelief, and then he never saw you at sunset again.

God. He crushed his spirit for days after that. He gets mean when he's nervous like a bad dog. He'd take it back if he could. So… He started going out even more… For no reason at all. Besides, that William Ellis guy was becoming a friend to him anyway, the annoying kind that would drag him along to everything.

The day you started hearing about Ganji Gupta from your friends was the day you thought pigs were flying. Slowly by slowly, everyone started having their own stories about Ganji Gupta. How he used to be a batter, how he's really funny, how he's so grateful and polite, how he's so good at sports, too many personal things about your Ganji Gupta. It was aggravating to you. He looks at you like your scum and hates talking to people, but suddenly he's everyone's best friend. You hated it. You hated it even more when you went out to bars to have fun and you'd see him there. You never saw him anywhere. The bar was your safe space from him. You hear him so Intimately at home, and you can't escape the reality that you might not be as important to him as he is to you.

God you couldn't even go out partying cause he started showing up there too. He was everywhere and he was always looking at you. If he hated you so much he should learn to stay at home.

Ganji started really having fun again, he didn't know life could feel so good. He joined the local football team, and he was surprised to know he was good at it. He was always with his team. They were dumb as rocks so he always had to take care of them, making sure they were not drinking too much (aka viciously scolding them), making sure they got home, and bringing them liquid IVS. He was the dad in the group and honestly, he was pretty unhappy about it, but I guess he'll keep playing the part, for no reason at all…

But he started seeing the people you were with all the time now that he was active again. Turns out they were pretty funny and genuine people, so it only meant you were that kind of person too. God, you were like a little flower to him, so far out of his reach but he could see it bloom every day. He liked you so much, it was weird. So weird he had to talk about it with William. Then William really started hounding him around everywhere. William knew who you hung out with, what you loved to do when you were out, the bar you liked to go to, everything. And the more he started going to these locations, seeing you in it even when you weren't there, the less nervous he became. He started seeing you a lot more, and he liked it.

He'll, when he went to parties he had the pleasure of bumping into you and having your first conversation.

"Oh sorry," you cried as you continued to brush past him.

"You're fine," He said, but you didn't stop to hear him.

….

Yes… He felt victorious. But he needed more. After months of pining only for that to be your one conversation, he felt stupid. And maybe it was because he was tipsy, but he followed you out the door.

"Going home?" he asked, suddenly appearing next to you.

You were clearly drunk, hobbling down the road at night, wearing the nicest of outfits. You looked too cute. But you looked at him annoyed, as if you were deeply inconvenienced by his presence.

"Duh…" You said.

He smirked. That was the you that he knew, the snippy one who barked at mirrors.

"It's dark, and you're walking by yourself," he said. "I'll just walk you home."

Your eyebrows furrowed, but you didn't protest him.

And he walked you all the way home. He left you at the door, and you got the courage to peek through your eyehole. But oddly, instead of going home too, you watched him walk back over to the elevator and go down. Did he? Did he just leave the party to escort you?

Ganji Gupta… You really were getting a crush on him now.

After that day, you noticed how rare it was to hear him cry or yell out at night. Unfortunately, in return, you heard multiple voices yelling in his house on game nights, but that's something you could easily settle for. It made you smile.

God, you wanted him bad.

And luckily for you, that one conversation turned into two. Then three and four, then it turned into a group chat. Your friend group had mixed with his, and now it was impossible not to be anywhere without Ganji. Then… It was that inevitable message from Ganji Gupta. Then it was the doorbell rang, and he got to be invited into your lively home, and you to his barren one.

You learned he liked competitive video games, especially Mario Kart. You learned he never goes easy on anyone, and you learned how satisfying it was to take wins from him. You heard his victory cries and loser shouts in person, close up, one on one. You saw his smile, you heard his laughs. When you went away on trips you made him a spare key to look after your plants, and when you came back you never asked for it back, so there he was whenever you got off work, sitting in your living room all moody. The day he asked you out, your favorite flowers in hand, all dressed up neatly. How could you say no to that shy face?

You were so happy.

But.

You wanted to see that face he makes when he loses just one more time.

And that all led you to today:

He's hot, scorchingly so. His bronze skin radiates in the sunlight, pouring in from his sheltered blinds. His chest is heaving, chiseled, and structured, and his broad shoulders drooping longingly. The sound of his panting breath. How he reacts to every little movement.

You lick him up from the base to his tip, watching him grunt in confusion, with eyes that read, "What are you doing to me," but with moans that beg for more. You carefully grab his base, his cock is on the longer side with a thick head, and the color is lively. You take him into his mouth and he sighs out, looking over at his watch.

"We'll be- ah… late, priya…" He whispers into the air, laying his hands down by his sides and letting his back rest against the wall. The two of you were just about to leave for a small get-together with William and the friends, but you have other plans.

You stare brazenly up at his pretty face as you stuff your mouth with more of him. He lets his jaw fall slack, not shy at all to privy you to his pretty sounds, "Aah… Wa-- ahh… More, mera pyaar," he calls. He knows how extra sensitive you are with that nickname.

You squint your eyes trying to keep your composure. Your free hand wraps also around his glisteningly wet cock, pumping him with both hands as you slurp up his head. He moans deeply, jaw falling slack and staring down at you with overtaken eyes.

Despite your bullying of his cock, he keeps his composure too. He didn't buck into you, nor did he grab chunks of your hair. But instead, he moaned proudly, not shy to his deliciously intimate sounds. His vulnerability hung in the air, body completely at will to you, it was driving you crazy.

He kept his composure as you sucked at his thick head, your hot mouth combined as your swirling tongue familiarized itself with his equally piping hot anatomy. The way you curled your tongue along his ridges and circled his tip, bullying the tip of your wet muscle into his hole only to plunge him back deeper in your mouth; your hands jerking him down.

"Aah! Mera pyaar," he gasps sharply, "I'm g-gonna cum." Your eyes narrow, and you slowly down on him immediately, pulling him out of your mouth and dropping one hand to lay on his thigh. He cries out in surprise, his moan turning into a deep, unsettled grunt. "Priya," he curses your pet name, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

God, he was so handsome, so weak in the palm of your hand. You grinned at him.

You ask, "What's wrong?" As you lick a stripe up from his base to his tip again, his body sensitively shivering. "Upset you didn't get to cum," you ask again, your tone teasingly erotic.

He leans his head back with a jaunty laugh, disbelief drowning in his eyes. You immediately soak it up, watching the way his neck is beautifully revealed to you.

You wanted to devour him, completely.

You knew asking him to beg wouldn't do you any good, he'd just do it anyway. He's never afraid to hide sides of himself from you, so there wouldn't be any power in it… But still, you had to hear him say it, your heart wouldn't move on if he didn't.

"Beg, my prince," you mutter as you pepper kisses on his shaft.

"Please, my heart… Suck on me, j-just a bit more… Please," he begs, and you sigh out, his words leaving a wake of tremors down your spine.

He never asked you to let him cum.

You took him back in, only this time you only held him with one hand. You guided him deeper into your cavern, taking as much of him as you could and leaving your hand to warm the rest.

"Agh, mera pyaar," and he rewards you handsomely with a chasmic pant.

You slurped and bobbed on him, looking up at him from between his lap. Watching his chest heave deliciously, the breaths leaving his agape lips. Pretty two-toned lips that looked so lonely without yours. You clenched your eyes close at the thought. You really were going to go insane.

You could smell and taste the bitter juices he leaked out in your mouth. You could hear his moans every second, and feel his scorching heat fire at your mouth. You could feel him hit the back of your throat as you bobbed, a feeling you didn't know could be so addictive. Chasing your own high to see how many times you could make yourself gag, and there he was, moaning and shivering, being so good to not grab at your head or anything.

He was driving you insane.

Ganji Gupta was all yours, all yours.

"Haa, I'm cuming," He gasps sharply. You pull right off him. "P-Priya!" He curses.

His eyes glared angrily, yet he cupped the back of your head and smashed your face against his base, his penis leaning against your cheek. You giggle, desperate to avoid her stern glare. "But you're so cute my love…" You purr, desperate to get yourself out of trouble.

"We're going to be late," he barks.

You pepper apologetic kisses against his shaft, kitten licks as you suck in the smell of him. He's so hot against your face. You slurped up the side of up, pulling off yet again to look into his eyes.

"I need you inside me," you pant tiresomely.

"Then we might as well cancel on William," he huffed, furrowing his brow, but his eyes were drunk with pleasure.

"No, no. We should go," you giggle, still kitten-licking his dick.

"Then act like it or you won't be going anywhere," he grunts, grabbing chunks of your hair. You moan happily.

"Ganji… Let's just be fast about it," you whisper as you rise up onto your knees, pushing yourself into him and resting your head against his belly. You could feel his dick poke against your chest. And you wanted it in so many places but there.

"You're bad, priya," he scowls, but he doesn't refuse.

A smile instantly overtakes your face as you stand up, grinning ear to ear. Embarrassment covers his face as he stands up after you. He slings you over his shoulder, despite your giggles of protest, to drop you on your back in the middle of his bed.

The light of the sunset pours in from the window blades, coating you in brilliant orange hues. His heart skips a beat. It only makes him even more angry, but he can't even keep it, his chest is too warm. He can feel his dick twitch, suddenly so cold without you.

He digs into your neck, nipping you, sculpting its movement with his tongue. Any other day and you'd be bitten, but you two had places to be, and appearances to make. He hears your breath moan, the sound tantalizing in the air.

"Mmh, Ganji… Forgive me, I'm sorry," you pant as he pulls your clothes off your body.

He laughs, "Don't defame the word, it'll lose its meaning. You know you're not sorry," it's within seconds you're almost fully naked, and he's next to undressing himself. As soon as he finished he hops back onto you, caging you between his arms and sliding his hands down your body. Everywhere he touches is hot and weak, his large palms stirring up a wake of desire. You're incredibly aroused by this point, he's aware of the bed of fluids by your sex.

He giggles sweetly to part your legs, kissing your sex with no problem.

"We gotta go," you whine, and he grunts stiffly.

You were right, but damn you started it.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth and presses them against your hole, "Dammit," he hisses.

"Raw?" You gasp as his finger slips inside of you, twirling and spreading you to prepare you for him. Your breath hitches, chest begins to heave. He grabs your leg with his free hand, propping up your knee.

He stares up at you with piercing eyes, licking a stripe up the inside of your thigh to the middle of it. "No time, remember," his eyes lidded dangerously.

You clench around him, "f-fuck," and mewl as he pulls those fingers out.

His thick head meets your entrance, no time to give it kisses** as it rudely plunges straight into you. You arch and cry at his fullness, as he laughs and sinks down to lay his lips against your ear. "Too much for you, mera pyaar," his tone is teasing, his breath mingling against your ear.

"Mmh, go crazy, my love," you stammer and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Ganji slams into your body, and your body is shocked from your head to your toes. You call out his name, but it's nothing under the relentless fucking. "F-Fuck-- I'm so mad at you," he groans into your ear, his eyebrows pinched, his words filled with heavy pants. His hands grip your hips intensely, his moans raggedy and jaded in your ears. His thrusts are scolding, hard, and quick, the desperate sounds of your sexes mingling drown in the air, as you try your best not to dig your nails into his flesh.

If he keeps it up, you'll cum in no time. But you're sure that's what he wants.

"G-aanji! Aah," you moan.

"Shh… Haa, keep it d-down… Aah… You'll upset my neighbor," he cackles, leaning up out of your body to stare at you, he adjusts his hold on your hips, holding your body up by it. His muscles radiate with gleaming sweat, his bronze form, his handsome face, and the delicious scars that cover his body in random places. You clench onto him, trying to stop your high from reaching you so soon. Your moans spike, and he laughs airily. "What am I kidding- my neighbor's already so loud. So annoying… so rude and-- f-fucking beautiful… my priya-- ah I can't be without 'em, I need you… I love you. I wanna be with you e-everyday, mera pyaar," he cries as he begins to hand his head back. His moans get higher, his thrusts sharper, no longer worried about hardness but about quickly pumping himself full of you.

"I'm gonna cum, mera pyaar… Gonna' cum m'pyaar," he rolls out, and your legs tighten around his waist, you were just about to cum too.

"Yes, I love you, my love," you moan, clenching down on him. Your highs are met with an intense wave of pleasure, one that locks your back into a deadly arch, and causes him to buck messily into you as you're drenched deep with his fluids. Your orgasm is long as you reach out for his forearms, and he leans down and buries himself into your neck, "M'pyaar.. My life-- mere dil ka pyaar," he hums into your ear as he buries your neck with sweet kisses. His touch is so gentle as he caressing your sides, pulling out of your neck when he hears your moans turn into stable breaths.

"My life, my life," he repeats, his warm chocolate eyes gazing so intimately into your soul. His hands reach and cup your face, his thumbs caressing your under eyes as he takes you in for a kiss. "I lov'ya," is all he can manage under your relentless kiss, the sounds of a song ringing in yo--

"Fuck! Ganji your phone!"

He snaps out of your body, his head messily turning to gaze front door. William was calling, and the abrasive ringtone was blaring in the space. "Maaderchod," he hisses, and he sneaks back into your neck, peppering kisses.

"No-- Ganji! We gotta go!"

Okay, so you were 2 hours late, big deal…

**okay so this made me imagine. Fredrick's about to put it in, but before he does, he pokes your hole with his tip going, "mwah mwah mwah" and then laughs to himself, "sorry darling," and finally slides in. That's absolutely sexy and charming

[bonezoid]

requests from twt :-)

[coooldair]

bros when they like playing with toys

[camiesoup]

happy birthday ganji !! he deserves the world... also other drawings ! the eli is from a design i saw by chawawanya on X/twt !! very cutie i loved it

[fishermanshook]

ASK: Hi! I'm relatively new on here and wanted to ask for a gn reader x Naib and Ganji (separately) comforting the reader after seeing them with eye bags from excessive crying and absolutely dead inside look. My apologies if it's too much, saw that the requests are open and decided to shoot my shot🙏🏻 Thank you very much either way!

WIPE YOUR TEARS, DOLL.

( mercenary & batter ) + gn!reader

˚୨🌌୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ reader has a “dead” look + feels undeserving of love , implied that reader may be a bit depressed , l/n = last name , probably a tad bit ooc , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

You can’t remember the last time you’ve cried so much that it could fill this entire manor and there still wouldn’t be enough room.

You’d blame it on the recent… position you’ve found yourself in, but can’t recall if it’s because of where you’re stuck or if you’ve just been like this ever since.

꒰wc꒱ 1.1k

✦— THE MERCENARY ; NAIB SUBEDAR

Naib is initially suspicious, taking note of the (more or so) deceased-looking appearance you’ve been wearing recently, alongside the ever-growing eye bags that only continue to darken as the nights go on. It’s a strange sight indeed, but one he quickly dismisses as a “lack of sleep” type thing.

↳ it doesn’t help that you fall right into the trope as well. Naib watches as you stumble and trip over your feet during games, zone out during pre-match, and just so happens to find your sleeping form anywhere he looks. He lets out a sigh, (gently) picks up your limp body, and brings you back to his humble abode. The Mercenary is so preoccupied with getting you back to his room that he fails to notice your light sniffling and the dried tears near the corners of your eyes.

Okay, this has been going on for far too long now and isn’t something that he can let slide by anymore. So that’s how it started, hand in hand, cause he knew that something was amidst. Truthfully, maybe being blunt wasn’t the exact way to go, but he needed to coax you out somehow. What he didn’t expect (which you can’t exactly blame him for) was for you to break out into tears the moment you tried to speak about it.

↳ he has to admit, you completely caught him off guard the moment you threw yourself into his arms, tears staining his green jacket. He takes a second to adjust, but the moment he does, he’s raking his fingers through your hair and rocking the two of you back and forth. [just the way his mother used to when he would wake up from nightmares.]

When you eventually calm down, his hands find solace on your shoulders, pleading for you to enlighten him on just how the hell you’ve been feeling lately. He takes a thumb to your face to wipe away the stray tears while you clean the snot from your nose. He won’t tell you, but he’s slightly hurt that you never came to talk to him about this, especially as he sees that it’s affecting you badly.

You cave in his hands as you explain to him that your nights are only filled with staining your pillows with your tears. The little sleep you get comes from your tiredness knocking you out. It’s devastating to hear your pain and suffering, and all Naib can do is listen and hold your hand.

The Mercenary can only sigh before bringing you in for a hug once more, placing soft, gentle kisses on the top of your head. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you, but you feel a few cold droplets of water hit your shoulder. His first words are an incoherent mess before you can finally make out something.

“[name] [l/n], I am your lover. You are my everything. Please, the next time you feel this way know that you are more than capable of coming to me for help.”

↳ He loves you so much that seeing you in this mental state puts him in pain as well. You’re the first to break down his walls in ages, the last one being his friends from the war. The Mercenary can’t risk losing you too.

From that moment forward, you find yourself coming to Naib’s dorm room more often than not, accompanied by your teary eyes and sleep-deprived body. He holds you close as he gently massages the top of your head, making sure you fall asleep first.

Slowly but surely, he watches as your old self emerges all over again. The dark bags under your eyes dissipate while your energy returns to your once-withered body. The Mercenary keeps a close eye on you from there on out, making sure that you never fall down that rabbit hole again. But, if you were to spiral out once more, know that Naib will do everything in his power to break you free.

✦— THE BATTER ; GANJI GUPTA

Ganji holds a slight bit of overprotectiveness towards you, especially when the two of you make it official. That’s why he beats himself over the fact that he didn’t put more thought into just why you might have those dark circles hidden underneath your eyes.

               ↳ Your eyes are constantly watery. Your nose, almost nonstop running. You look as if you're about to sob out a tsunami at this rate. You say it’s just your allergies. The pollen outside plus Victor's dog make for a deadly concoction against your senses. At first, his brain reasons with himself, stating that it's a valid reason. But he’s been with you for so long that his heart argues against itself and before you know it, he catches you red-handed.

Your dorm room door is unlocked, a bad habit of yours that Ganji may or may not have scolded you over before. Something about safety and privacy and blah blah blah. The door will be your downfall, but one that will reveal a much-needed truth.

↳ He finds your face stuffed into your pillow, tear stains decorating your cheeks with a light pink hue. You’ve tired yourself and fell asleep ages ago, sleep you so desperately needed. The Batter decides to make room for himself on the bed as well, resting your head on his lap. That way, the two of you can talk this out when you wake up.

You wake up in his lap, unaware of the truth he’s just uncovered. As the Batter rubs his thumb over your stained cheeks, you instantly realize that, oh, he knows now. You can’t stop the small tears that start to flow once again, but Ganji is quick to help wipe them away, planting a small kiss on your cheek.

“Love, you need to reach out for help when this kind of stuff happens, especially if it only continues. Please, don’t feel as if you’d only be a burden. Anyone who feels or thinks that can go kick it.”

There are nights when the loneliness of your bed becomes too much too bare, and you make the trek to seek out comfort from your already asleep boyfriend. Little do you know, he’s already awake and ready for you with a cup of sleepy tea. [Thank you, Emily.] The two of you fall asleep together, hand in hand.

Your next matches are wins as he watches the spark return to your eyes once more. Still, he keeps a few packets of that tea near his nightstand. That way, if you ever needed to fall back asleep, all it would take is one tea bag.

note: BYE this got rushed a bit in Ganji’s part I’m so sorry, I wanted to do him justice but my ass needed to pass tr out RN…anyways enjoy fishies 🫵😚

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[otakusparkle]

I'm glad IDV decided to make them their first ever plush ✨

Petarinzu (Laying magnetic plush)

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Hi! I hope your having a good day/night wherever you are 🫶

I was wondering if you could maybe write some friends to lovers head cannons with Ganji and Eli?

hello!! you too anon💖 (like. 5 months later but oh well :c )

this is such a cute prompt HEEHEE >W<

ganji gupta and eli clark friends to lovers hcs🏏🦉

ganji gupta🏏

he likes company but doesn't like initiating hangouts. he's a man of few words, most of them reserved for when there's really no other option other than to communicate verbally

whenever you two sit together he always gets a bit restless and fidgety. if you try to bring up the topic he'll just brush it off, saying it's nothing to worry about

he can't EVER discern if he likes somebody or if he's just anxious and it literally swallows him whole. thinking about verbalizing what he feels or physical closeness makes him feel a bit dizzy so he just pushes these thoughts to the back of his brain until they eventually resurface again

gets a tad distant, being a bit rude and brash as a defense mechanism

shows his care by being (over)protective, especially in matches. when he sees you in danger it's like he's seeing red, leaving hunters bruised from his aggressive swings. he says he's overprotective in general, that you're not special and that he treats you like he would anyone else, but it hurts to say that when he thinks the exact opposite

confess first. or, at least, hint at doing so. it's not gonna get to his head unless you say it first, directly, no buts or ifs - only then will he realize that hey, maybe i should stop denying myself romantic attraction?

your first few dates are a bit awkward. you two are a *thing* now, but he doesn't understand the new boundaries your relationship sets. is it really alright to hold your waist in front of everyone?

just give him some time until he gets comfortable, it takes time for him to drop the stoic persona

his first kisses are sloppy. he initiates them slowly and without much confidence, hands trembling as they bring you closer and he plants his warm lips against the corner of your mouth - he still doesn't dare to go lips-to-lips. they make for a good laugh afterwards, him nervously grinning at his own anxiety.

is almost shocked when you return the favor, maybe even more eagerly than him. slowly kiss his temples, rub the back of his head with care and he's paralyzed under your hands, his mind wandering away beneath your tender touches

his most cherished moments with you are spent in complete silence. the feeling of unconditional love contained within a comfortable silence is indispensable, and just the fact that he doesn't have to strain himself with small talk and expressing things he can't actually describe feels great

eli clark🦉

victory or loss, no matter his mood, whenever you call upon eli clark his head turns towards you in a second. his face is completely covered - save for his mouth and nose - but his lips are always curled into a soft smile

the cloaked seer enjoys solitude and spends most of his free time in it. he's softspoken, but always a tad gloomy and breathless

yet it doesn't take much to creep under his skin. a few kind words will quickly put him at ease and, encouraged by your own openness, he won't hesitate to be straightforward with you

spending so much time pondering and overthinking, he can't help but notice his feelings towards you. well, they might not be feelings by the traditional definition, but what other word can describe the tingles he feels when he hears your voice from behind, when you creep upon him? or the surge of heat in his abdomen while he's slowly making his way towards you, watching your expression change through brooke's eyes?

he confesses first. definetly. it'll take him a few days to devise a plan, to find the best spot and time to confess and phrase his thoughts, but it wouldn't take long during your friendship for it to happen. he's a bit of a romantic at heart and can easily get swayed by affection

most of his ways of expressing affection are through small PDA. tenderly holding your hand or your waist, rubbing your shoulders after a tense match or holding you from the back. he's a literal heat machine! has so much layers on and it feels really good to lay back against him in response. you can easily wrap the remaining fabric around yourself, too

only takes off his hood and blindfold a bit further into the relationship. he's so used to them masking his true appearance that taking them off in front of others makes him feel vulnerable

asks the WEIRDEST questions and says the most random stuff on dates. literally no filter. who knows where his mind actually goes while you talk to him?

likes when you get touchy with him :,) rub his hips (they're kinda sore and he often has to crack them like knuckles, it's hard to carry so many bags and pouches around his waist ok!!), mess with his hair, trace your fingers around his face, whisper him the dumbest things up-close into his ear, hell, even bite him if you want to! has insomnia anyways and any kind of stimulation helps him fall asleep. he just turns into a happy human blob